After meeting Mr. Jing yesterday afternoon, she didn't cry, not even when Jing Jihan rushed back overnight from Hong Kong.
Sitting in the old house, she watched everything around her and remembered when she and Shi Mianmian stood by the bedside, looking at the man who was covered in wounds and unconscious, both of their faces blank. She couldn't hold back and cried alone in the master bedroom. When Mianmian saw her red eyes and asked what was wrong, Shi Su only mentioned that the room was dusty and irritated her eyes.
Later, she sought out Wei Sinan for help.
She asked him to perform this act.
Of course, just a couple of short lines didn't accomplish much.
How could Jing Jihan not know whether she had been married or not?
In the old house's neighborhood, the night lights were dim, and occasionally some street lamps were broken, making certain stretches of the path pitch black.
